Both Kinds of Nimbus, #1 - Lead Sheet, Page 2 of 4: And then I saw my brother. And I wondered how he got there, in the middle of this riddle in a dream. Well, I was wearing sackcloth, with ashes on my face. He was wearing cut-off jeans. Against himself in checkers, he was bound to be the winner... And the loser, so it seemed.


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